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fatherly duties (April 25th prompt; Thrill) @jilymicrofics
“You’re staring, Lil.”
Lily startles, nearly knocking James off his feet as she spins around to face him.
“Woah,” he breathes, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders. “Just me.”
Lily frowns up at him, though she can’t completely hide the slight blush that warms her cheeks, noticing his bemused expression. “I wasn’t staring James, I was just—“
“Staring. Yeah.” James interrupts cheekily, giving her his typical lopsided grin.
“Checking.” Lily corrects him, crossing her arms. “I was just checking if he’s alright.”
James’s smirk softens at that, and is replaced by an understanding smile. “Yeah.” he says quietly, looking past her at the door to Harry’s bedroom, which stands slightly ajar. “I was about to do that, though. One of my fatherly duties.”
Lily can’t help but chuckle at his feigned displeased frown. “Oh, is it now?” she asks amusedly. “And what else, may I ask, would those fatherly duties include?”
James presses a finger to his chin, thinking. “Well…there’s telling horribly flat jokes, for one.” he muses, smirking slightly at Lily’s eye roll.
“Hm, they’re called Dad jokes, I think.” she replies, acting as though this conversation was indeed very serious.
James can hardly hold back a laugh. “Yes, yes, exactly those.” he agrees. “Oh! and there’s also, teaching him all the hidden ways around Hogwarts and—“
Lily slaps his chest. “James Potter!” she hisses quietly. “He’s gotten into more than enough trouble on his own, he definitely doesn’t need your encouragement.”
“Alright, alright.” James sighs, but in all honesty, he does agree with Lily. Hearing about Harry‘s many previous escapes has had them both feeling less than thrilled, to say the least.
“Well, I’ve got another one then,” he adds, walking up closer to the door to peak inside the moon lit room — the room that once belonged to Sirius and now hosts his son. “Protecting him, with my life.”
Lily feels her chest constricting with the entirety of the statement. “With our lives.” she corrects him quietly, leaning her head against his shoulder.
She watches Harry’s sleeping face, and tries her best not to think of the last time they’d vowed to do that — and the last time they almost did do that. And she’d do it again, in a heartbeat.
James wraps his arm around her shoulders, kissing the side of her head.
“Merlin, I’d take a hundred curses for that kid,” he says after a minute. Then, with a breathed chuckle. “Although, you know, I’d still prefer not having to bite the grass anytime soon.”
Lily smiles weakly. “You always hated to eat your greens.”
James turns his head to look down at her, an incredulous expression on his handsome face, before he suddenly bursts out laughing. “Wow.” he snorts. “Can’t believe Prefect and Head Girl Lily Evans would ever pull a pun.”
Lily giggles despite herself, reveling in this moment of quiet solitude. “Oh, she’d never,” she replies with mocked disapproval, before her lips tug into a smile. “But Lily Potter certainly would.”
She thinks James’s smile could probably light the entire bloody house. “I love you, Mrs. Potter.” he smiles, like the love struck teenager he hasn’t been in almost seventeen years.
Lily blushes, although she reckons she really shouldn’t anymore, being in her thirties and all. “I love you too, Mr. Potter.”
A slight creak to their right makes them both turn, and Lily’s blush increases, now twinged with a bit of guilt as she’s met with the confused eyes of their son.
“Dunno what’s more worth asking about,” Harry lulls tiredly, blinking against the light in the hallway. “Why you two’ve been standing in front of my bedroom for the past half hour, or what’s gotten you to giggle on about…?”
Lily bites her lip, sparing Harry a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she replies genuinely. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”
“We’re just checking on you.” James adds, perhaps unnecessarily.
Lily notices the look of confusion on Harry‘s face. “Uh…right,” he replies slowly. “Checking for what?”
“To know you’re okay.” she explains gently.
Harry raises a brow, lips twitching amusedly. “I’m fine,” he chuckles. “I was asleep, you know…not much I could do that you’d have to check on.”
“It’s just a nice change,” James pipes up, clearly wanting to lighten their conversation. “You — sleeping so quietly, not scurrying around, beating your old man at quidditch.”
Harry snorts. “Yeah, well, I could still beat you, even with my eyes closed.” he retorts jokingly.
James gasps in mock appall; „In your dreams!“
Harry snickers, with that same cheeky glint in his eyes which Lily‘s seen plenty of times before, on James. “Yeah, there too.”
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Jily Microfic - Sentimental
@jilymicrofics- feb 25th, prompt: sentimental - words: 397
It was not difficult to know what James Potter liked, as he never stopped talking about himself. So of course Lily knew that his favorite team was Puddlemere United, his favorite dessert was sticky toffee pudding, his favorite spot was the very top of the quidditch stands at sundown, and his favorite chocolate frog card to get was Salazar Slytherin, because he enjoyed repeatedly flicking him in the face. Anyone plagued by his proximity, Lily was sure, would know these things as well.
The difficult task had been deciding which of his favorites to use, but in the end, dessert seemed the obvious choice.
Lily arrived at their shared office twenty minutes before they were set to meet. Charming the pudding and sauce to stay warm and the ice cream to stay cold, she set the plate at his desk, ready and waiting for when he came in.
“What’s this?" James asked, standing beside his desk and pointing at the plate. His eyebrows were knit in confusion, but Lily thought she saw a grin waiting in the rafters.
Lily leaned back in her desk chair and said, "Happy anniversary," as way of an answer.
An eyebrow flicked skyward, and Lily relished in James’s awkward hesitation before he replied, "...Anniversary?"
"Yes," she said, and stood to join him by his desk. “Don’t you remember?”
The paused grin had disappeared altogether now, his expression one of total bewilderment. “Er… No.” His hand went to his hair, and Lily’s heart did a small flip, as it always did when she elicited his infamous fidget.
“This day last year was the first time – and only – time you made a potion better than mine,” she explained, speaking as though it should have been obvious. “I thought it worthy of celebration.”
His face split into an amused grin. “I didn’t know you were so sentimental, Evans.”
She shrugged, smiling to herself. “It was a once in a lifetime sort of moment.”
He snorted. “Quite a claim when we’ve got a lot longer to go in this lifetime.”
“Mm,” she hummed, “I’m not worried.”
Looking down at the dessert again, James glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Did you know sticky toffee pudding’s my favorite?”
Lily crossed her arms. “Really?” She shook her head. “How funny. Lucky guess, I suppose.”
“Yeah,” he replied, lifting the spoon with a smirk. “Lucky guess.”
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It’s the 23rd in Aotearoa already which means it’s the first day of @mppmaraudergirl’s alight with happiness, married Jily fest.
Please accept my humble @jilymicrofics offering.
Day One - The Big Moments:
James was still half asleep as he brushed his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. Back to back reconnaissance missions were taking their toll on his circadian rhythm. He was mid spit into the sink when Lily’s cry from the kitchen pierced the air.
“JAMES!”
He took off at a run, wand withdraw from his pocket and taking the stairs so many at a time he may as well be flying. Which he almost was as he descended just far enough and then soared over the banister, propelling himself with one arm.
Oh Merlin, he’d only left his wife a few minutes ago. Had he kissed her cheek as he got out of bed? Had he mumbled a sleepy I love you? He couldn’t remember. Had Voldemort found them, and was he too late?
Lily stood in the kitchen eyes wide and brimming with tears. James saw no sign of an assassin but still his heart was in his throat as toothpaste dribbled off his chin.
“Lily what-” She reached out desperately for him and he stepped toward her, offering his hand. “I’m right here love just tell me what’s wrong… oh.”
He felt it the second his hand connected with her belly. His heart rapidly returned to his chest once joy replaced his fear, and it gave a painful, longing squeeze. There was no questioning it. Their baby had started kicking, and it was suddenly so much more real.
“Well hello to you too,” he whispered to the bump.
As long as he lived he would never forget this first kick.
#charms library#mppmaraudergirl alight with happiness fest#jily#jily microfic#married! jily#james potter#lily evans potter#jple
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@jilymicrofics March Prompts day one: Troubled
There's something about Lily Evans today that troubles James Potter.
She's quiet, borderline mute. Every attempt he's made to banter with her and to tease her has led to absolutely nowhere, and it's concerning him. His friend (?) usually jumps at the chance to insult and fight with him, enough that they've recently been told off during several of their classes. Not today though. Today she's utterly silent, just glaring at him most of the time.
He watches her most of the day, mingling about their fellow sixth years, a surly expression on her face.
"I think I'm going to talk to her," James says finally, to which both Remus and Peter groan exasperatededly, and Sirius grins maniaclly.
"Please don't," Remus says pleadingly. "You're only going to do something stupid."
"What if her cat died or something?" Peter asks worryingly.
"What, you think I'm going to tease her about her dead pet that we don't even know is dead in the first place?"
"We're just saying," Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, "that she may not be in the mood to talk to you, of all people."
"What's that supposed to mean?" James asks indignantly, and Sirius claps him on the shoulder.
"He means you're an idiot. But know that I, at least, support you one hundred percent."
James scowls.
—
James finally corners Evans in the common room later that night on his way to quidditch practice. She's sitting in front of the big fireplace, arms folded, staring at the fire as if it's personally offended her.
"Alright Evans?" James says lightly. Evans doesn't miss a beat.
“Bugger off, Potter,” she grumbles, and James smirks a little.
“Right to it then.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to know what's up with you,” James replies, as if he hasn't noticed her annoyance. Evans scowls.
“Nothing is wrong with me,” she says, and James tilts his head.
“Really? You seem fairly troubled to me.”
“It's nothing Potter,” Evans says shortly. “It's not as if there's anything you can do about it.”
“Try me,” James says offhandedly, and Evans’ emerald green eyes meet his gaze. She studies him for a moment, and James braces himself. But then she surprises him.
"My sister," Evans finally says simply, "has decided to get married to a walrus."
James blinks. Muggles… are odd. This he knows. But… "Can muggles marry animals?"
"No, Potter," Evans rolls her eyes. "That's just what I call him." James frowns a little, feeling a pang of sympathy for this mystery man.
"Bit harsh on the poor bloke, don't you think?" He says tentatively, and Evans snorts.
"I'd think so too,” she says, “if he didn't insult me every five minutes." James furrows his brow, thoroughly confused.
"And your sister's okay with marrying someone like that?"
"My sister dislikes me about as much as Vernon does. I'm sure they'll be very happy disliking me together."
"His name is Vernon?"
"That's what I said when I first heard of him," Evans mutters in disdain. "He's a horrible person. If he weren't a muggle, I dare say he and Snape would get along swimmingly." James winces.
"That bad?"
"You don't know the half of it,” Evans says solemnly, going back to staring at the fire. “They both can't stand me. The only reason I'm invited to the wedding at all is because of mum. If they had it their way I'd be kicked out of the whole affair completely.” She pauses for a while, and brings her knees up to her chest. “I just… I wonder sometimes if it's even worth it, carrying on like this.”
James studies her for a while, and wonders. How on earth could someone so wonderful be treated so poorly by people who were supposed to care about her. Anger fills him from the inside out at the very notion, and he sniffs.
“Well,” he says, a bit of an edge to his voice. “I personally think you're worth ten of your sister, whatever she says.” Evans looks up at him.
“What?”
“Exactly what I said. “You're a phenomenal witch, Evans, and if they can't see that, it's their loss.” She stares at him. Blinks several times.
“I think I needed to hear that,” she says in a slightly choked voice, and James feels a pang of sadness in his chest at the crack in her tone.
“It's true,” he says firmly. “and if your family doesn't treat you right– well.” He shrugs. “Just let me know and I'll hex them for you.” The corners of Evan’s lips turn up ever so slightly.
“I'll keep that in mind,” she says. James smiles.
“Good.” The clock chimes outside, and they both look out the window. “Better head to quidditch practice, I guess,” James says. “But I'll see you later, alright?” Evans nods slowly.
“Yeah,” she says, voice low. “Yeah, right.”
She's still staring at him curiously, like she can't quite believe he exists. When it's clear she isn't going to say anything else, James whirls around awkwardly and walks away. He's just about to push open the portrait hole when Her voice floats over from the other side of the common room.
“James?”
He stops as the name registers in his head, and he turns, shocked at how much he loves the sound of his name on her lips. “Yeah?’
“Thanks.”
James smiles.
“Any time, Lily.”
#lily evans#lily evans potter#james potter#jple#jily microfic#nothing like a good house competition to break me out of a hiatus AGAIN#Jily#emma floods the jily tag with jily
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Jily Mirco Fic - @jilymicrofics prompt: Party - 405 words
The music and the chatter is deafening. Banners and confetti hang from the walls and ceilings, decorating the room in a sea of red and gold. The atmosphere is electric - the Quidditch Cup is theirs, the end of term is only days away - the synergy of it all is bubbling and overflowing.
Lily clasps her drink close to her chest, still with half a mind not to spill it as she lets herself sway with the crowd. James is standing on a table at the far side, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and a wild grin as he sings offbeat to the music. He glances over at her, zoning in like he can feel her watching. It’s like a magnet.
She moves without thinking, weaving through the sea of students, bumping shoulders but not caring when her drink sloshes over. When she’s close enough to him, James leans down, almost losing his balance in the process but she’s quick to reach up and steady him. He grins at her, dark eyes sparkling. His glasses sit skewed on his nose and it’s almost endearing.
“Did you see the game, Evans?” he half yells at her just to be heard over the noise.
“Course I did, everyone did!”
His smile widens even more. “I knew it. We always play better when you’re watching.”
Her brow furrows in confusion but she’s still smiling up at him. Her hands are still on his shoulders, she can feel the firm muscles through his shirt. “You’re my lucky charm, Lily.”
She blinks up at him as the words settle. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe she misheard him, but her brain is struggling to process what he said. “I’m what?”
And in a flash, James grabs her and hoists her up. Instinctively she wraps her arms around his neck, clinging onto him to stop herself tumbling backwards off the table. Not that she needs to, James’ arm is firmly around the back of her waist, holding her steady. Someone wolf-whistles in the background.
His face is so close to her and she fights the urge to brush the hair out of his face. He’s still grinned ear-to-ear at her, but there’s something softer in his expression, fondness maybe. Her cheeks flush hot when he leans in - close enough so only she can hear and feel his hot breath on her ear when he speaks, “You are my lucky charm, Lily Evans.”
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his last thought, of course, is of lily evans.
hands shaking, heart erratic — as if pleading for him not to be stupid, screaming independently to be spared — he stands as proudly hardheaded and defiant as ever, up to the last second. his last thought and breath and heartbeat are all for her.
lily.
impossibly beautiful, endlessly brilliant, and in the end, even for just a bit, miraculously his. to this day he's astounded about it. apparently to his death he will remain so.
he hasn't really given the afterlife that much thought, but he's sure of one thing: even now, in the most drastic of times, he can't imagine what it's like to be without her.
but he's james potter, isn't he, and for countless times in his life that meant something, so he will manage, he will have to, because although the thought of not being with lily terrifies him more than anything else, she's far too wonderful to rid the world of her existence. even in the afterlife, he thinks, if one even existed, to look down upon a world without lily evans is just — unfathomable.
god, he hopes this saves her.
saves harry.
harry. an apology shoots up in his brain, and he thinks it so loudly, so desperately, trying to somehow reach out to the crying infant upstairs just from filling his entire mind with it. i'm sorry, kid. i wish we had more time. let magic be the kind that reaches his son. i love you. just this once, let magic be the kind that's just willing something to happen makes it happen. saves his family. be safe, laugh a lot, fight hard. live live live god please live. let magic be the kind that expands his consciousness as far as it can go, even in the after; let it reach that flying boy on a broom; that brave, spectacular man james will never get to see, now.
he thinks of sirius.
he thinks of his friends.
he thinks of everything he's leaving, hopes they win, one way or another.
but most of all, he thinks of lily evans, whose eyes and smile and laugh and life are what keeps him brave now, despite everything. and before all is gone he thinks of how the universe is still kind enough to grant him one last favor: the killing curse is the precise color of her eyes.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆˙⟡٠⭑.
— a rewrite of a portion of a really old fic, as my first ever @jilymicrofics entry (19 - astounded) ♡
#jily#jily*#jple#jily fanfiction#jily fic#jily fanfic#jily microfic#james x lily#not linking the fic because it's old and it sucks#but i've been rewriting lately as warm up and i've been meaning to write a march microfic so#as sirius would say#birds and stones#<3#apalapucian*
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March Day 1 @jilymicrofics with the prompt ‘troubled’ and the one time a man asked my cousin what men’s training was and what it had to do with women.
"You look troubled," James said, falling into the sofa cushion beside his fellow first year Lily, who sat alone with a prefect, her brow furrowed and her hands twisted over her stomach.
The twelve year old red head shot him a death stare. "I’m not troubled, I’m menstruating."
"Men’s training?" He scratched his head. "What does that mean?"
“I have blood coming out of my—“
Sasha Hopkins, the sixth-year prefect, placed a hand firmly over Lily’s mouth and turned to James with a sweet smile, saying, "You might want to walk away before you're scarred for life, kid."
"But—" James attempted to defend himself, suggesting he could help by fetching Lily a first aid kit, despite not seeing any wound. “If she’s bleeding I could help!”
Lily said something, but was muffled by Sasha’s hand and sounded more like an elephant trumpet than anything. Sasha’s hand remained firm, despite Lily’s protest.
"Go," Sasha snapped. "Or I won’t be able to stop Evans from ensuring you start bleeding too."
James raised his hands as he stood up. "I just wanted to help."
As he sulked away, he heard Lily exclaim, "And you're telling me that boys don’t have to worry about anything girls do? They just get to live their lives free from cramps?!! From sanitary napkins?”
Sasha responded dryly, "Welcome to womanhood."
“I’m going to kill my sister for never telling me about this.” Lily vowed, “this is bullshit.”
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@jilymicrofics with the prompts: surprised, troubled.
To say that professor McGonagall had been surprised was an understatement. Lily still flushed if she thought of her shock when she’d opened what she’d believed to be an empty classroom to find the Head Students very busy with each other. Of course her boyfriend, the git, hadn’t been troubled in the slightest. His easy grin at his favourite professor catching him with his pants down, literally, shouldn’t be something to admire, but she had to admit she wished she could have shown the same poise when she’d scrambled down the desk she’d been perched on. And now she couldn’t even look McGonagall in the eye. A real problem since the NEWTs class consisted of a total of seven students.
She was startled when James pushed a torn piece of parchment in front of her, quickly covering it with her hand. She told herself she was absolutely not going to entertain him, she was going to focus on the class, ignore him and be the responsible Head Girl she’d been determined to be. Only, she could feel his stare on the side of her face and she knew that if she turned he’d have that half smile she loved so much, the one full of unrestrained affection that made her feel like the most important person in the world. She glanced at professor McGonagall, busy writing on the board, before looking down.
You and me in the Astronomy tower?
That message gave her a thrill, a flush creeping up her neck, even if she tried to keep her face neutral.
When? She scribbled quickly, her resort to not let him distract her melting like snow in the sun, and threw the paper back at him.
“I sincerely hope no one is passing notes in my class. It would be unfortunate to give another detention so close to the beginning of the term.”
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troubled - a @jilymicrofics
It wasn’t often that Lily saw James Potter looking so troubled. If not in good spirits, James most often had an air of indifference around him, like the world could do what it would and he would carry on doing things just as he liked.
But today, when Lily slipped into the Gryffindor common room following her rounds, her eyes were drawn to the silhouette by the fire, the one with the slumped shoulders. As she drew closer she saw that James had his face in his hands.
“You going to be sick, Potter?”
His head shot up sharply. “Evans? Oh, erm… didn’t see you there. Sick? Me? Nah, I’m perfectly fine—actually, I’m better than fine. The picture of perfect health, I am.”
Lily stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “If you say so… Just clean up the mess if you sick up on the carpet.”
Maybe it was their recently struck friendship that left Lily troubled as she climbed into her four-poster. Surely it was the newfound comradery that had her mind stuck on the furrowed brow. Perhaps something truly was wrong and her brashness had scared him away from confiding in her. And if that were the case then she owed it to him to try to cheer him up, right?
It was this determination that carried Lily down to the Gryffindor table early the next morning in search of his friends—she knew James would likely be missing as he didn’t miss the chance for an early morning flight any day when the weather cooperated. Fortunately, she found three bleary-eyed youths sitting at their normal seats, pushing eggs listlessly around their respective plates.
“Morning boys.”
Their bleariness cleared as they blinked up at her. “Morning Evans.”
“Hello Lily. Want to join us?”
Sure, that’d be great—would have been a normal thing to say, instead what she blurted out was, “What’s up with Potter?”
“He’s out for a fly,” Peter said, taking her comment a bit more literally than she expected.
“No—I mean… I saw him last night after rounds and he seemed down. Has something happened?”
At this, all three boys broke into laughter, sharing looks as if there was a joke between them that she was not privy to.
“Why, Evans, he’ll be chuffed to know you care!” Sirius said while somehow showing far too many teeth in a toothy grin. Prat.
“I never said I—”
“I told you he was still sulking about it.”
“About what?”
“Well he’s a dedicated fellow, isn’t he?”
“Annoyingly so at times, yes.”
“Will someone please explain?”
“Ah, Evans, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Sirius said, and then gestured to the row of hourglasses at the far end of the hall. “With that win against Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw has all but secured the House Cup. And James? Well, the bloke hates losing doesn’t he?”
Wordlessly, Lily rose from the bench and started walking out the door, hardly listening to the voices that continued behind her.
“Think it was something I said?”
“Maybe she hates losing as much as Prongs does…”
“I knew Wormtail should’ve had a bath last night.”
Idiots. They’re all idiots.
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the thing I love the most about the marauders fandom is the shipping names.
‘wolfstar’, ‘starchaser/sunseeker’, ‘rosekiller’, ‘sunflower’
it’s not just dumb combinations of names like ‘drarry’ or ‘dramione’ because the names have a meaning and if you combine the meanings, it makes something pretty.
I hate calling sunflower ‘jily’ as much as I hate calling starchaser/sunseeker ‘jegulus’ because I think it sounds stupid.
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For @jilymicrofics March prompt 'Zealous':
Ask anyone else and they would say that James Potter and Lily Evans fell in love instantly.
Ask James and Lily and they would tell the story differently.
It was a glimpse of her that made him pay attention at first. A fleeting look that made his brain skip a thought.
It was a little faster for Lily. An introduction from a friend, watching him joke with his mates, the gleam in his eye, the infectious energy. It was all-consuming. But Lily didn't know what it meant at the time.
James would have been described as someone who wasn't interested in the opposite sex. He was too enthralled with the rush of football games and the adrenaline from boyish pranks to take notice of beautiful girls and how they could make you feel. He was oblivious to the gaggle of girls fawning over him in secondary school, always polite, a natural flirt but one to never go chasing someone.
Lily was different. She loved to crush on boys, loved the thrill she got when she grabbed their attention (even if for just a few seconds), she revelled in the small touches and the banter - chased it almost. Some explained Lily as zealous in the pursuit of love.
It was her second week at university. Her childhood best friend had enticed her to start their coursework while catching the last rays of the hot sun. Mary introduced Lily to James that day, and Lily was curiously intrigued, her eyes finding it hard to look away, her heart rate climbing rapidly.
James caught a glimpse of her in class the week before they were introduced. She was breath-taking, but James was easily distracted by his best mate and moved on.
The moment it changed for James was so unexpected he could only tell the story as the only time he tripped over his own heart. Ultimately, it was the sudden clench of surprise he felt when, a week later, he witnessed the beautiful girl he had just been introduced to being pressed up against his living room wall by a man who wasn't himself.
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inquiry at breakfast (April 10th prompt; Date) @jilymicrofics
„So, Harry…“ Lily inquires, breaking the silence that hangs between them as they, including James, sit around their kitchen table, currently enjoying a late breakfast. „How’s Ginny?“
Harry, being in the middle of lifting a spoonful of cereal to his lips, instantly freezes. „Huh?“ he looks up at her with wide eyes.
James watches them, humming amusedly. „You got home pretty late last night,“ he implies. „Must’ve been a good date?“
Harry‘s cheeks could not have gotten redder if he tried. „What? That’s not—“ he shakes his head hurriedly, undoubtedly flustered. „We weren’t on a date. It was just quidditch — Ron and the others were there as well.“
Lily, despite her best efforts, can’t hold in a chuckle. „We know, darling,“ she replies mercifully, not able to watch her son‘s hopeless stammering. „We‘re just teasing you.“
„I don’t know, Lil…look at him,“ James goes on, leaning closer to Harry to study his flushed cheeks. „He‘s completely smitten with her — aren’t you, Snitch?“ he asks, wiggling his brows at his son, who looks thoroughly embarrassed.
„Dad! She’s Ron‘s sister—“
James shrugs. „Wasn’t a no, now, was it?“ he smirks.
Harry groans, dropping his head into his hands. „I really don’t want to talk about it.“ he mumbles into his sleeves.
„Oh, come on now, Harry—“
Lily raises a warning brow at her husband, silently asking him to stop teasing their poor kid. He relents, although the grin doesn’t leave his lips as he leans back in his chair.
„It’s alright, Harry,“ she says kindly, running her hand down his back. „You don’t have to worry about such things yet…it’s alright if you don’t feel ready to figure out what you’re—“
„The only thing I’m trying to figure out right now is how to make this stop.“ Harry interrupts her pleadingly.
James can’t help but chuckle as he regards his son with sympathy, remembering all too well the feeling of having such an intense crush on somebody for the first time.
He looks up at Lily, meeting the beautiful eyes of his first real crush.
Lily, in turn, hides her own laugh behind a cough. „Alright, alright, we’ll stop.“ she replies, her eyes sparkling with clear amusement as they meet James‘s above Harry‘s head —
He was right, it seems.
Their son is hopelessly, and very obviously falling for Ginny Weasley.
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james' fingers knew the softness of lily's hair sliding between them. they knew how lightly to swipe a tear from harry's round face. they knew where to squeeze around sirius' middle so as not to fall off the back of the motorbike. james potter had long, dancing fingers, deft at toying with snitches and grasping large quaffles and creating the biggest snowballs.
when he yelled, 'lily, take harry and go! it's him! go! run! i'll hold him off!' james' fingers twitched for the wand across the room, too far away to matter. in another world, he held it with skill as he dueled voldemort, not for the first time. in another world the three potters made it to november 1st.
and baby harry got to grasp his father's slender fingers, gnaw on them through his teething phase. and james got to trace his thumb across lily's jaw before kissing her. and sirius slipped his fingers between james' and held their hands against his chest, muttering about how this was too close of a call. and james huddled on his couch with these three people who made up the whole of himself and he gripped them close with his fingers until they ached and burned and hardened with his desperation to keep them all safe.
if that wand had just been within reach.
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@jilymicrofics | March Prompt #9 - Resentful | 244 words
Lily’s wedding was small.
Only ten guests bore witness. She didn’t invite any relatives. Her dress was from the shop around the corner. Sirius cooked Mrs. Potter’s recipes. Remus set up a record player with an amplifier spell.
Maybe Lily should have been resentful. Petunia would have been livid. No bride wanted war to seep through her veil, staining the ceremony and leaving a terrible aftertaste.
It’s not that Lily didn’t care. She knew she got a raw deal. This wasn’t the kind of love muggles tought their kids. A love that couldn’t save her. A love that might lead to ruin. A love that couldn’t fight fear or pain or death.
There was a version of Lily and James without the war. They would have gotten together in the same way, bickering through school and a kiss late in the common room. But they would be free and young instead of trapped and tired. She would still melt into him with every kiss and he would still hog the covers. They would get to have friends over more and she could show James her childhood home. They would take their time.
But this life hadn’t given her time.
Still, it had given her a man with a ferociously kind heart, messy hair, and beautiful eyes. It had given a love, a husband, for a small time. And while that would never be enough, marrying James Potter in any timeline felt like a miracle.
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Just some casual pining
@jilymicrofics, this just makes the cut at 976 words!
January prompts used: Primal, Apprehensive, Etch
This lightly connects to a few of my other James/Lily stories. Unsure if I'll turn them into a series on archive. Essentially just these two being idiots in love and denial while at school. Also note, this line is very much stolen from When Harry Met Sally.
“What about if they’re attracted to each other?” she asked, apprehension in her tone, and when her eyes met his he nearly swallowed his own tongue.
“Er—”
“Or as Sirius put it, that ‘the sex part gets in the way.’”
Thanks to @charmsandtealeaves for looking this over!
Story below the cut 😊
James squinted at the sunlight streaming through the bevelled glass, a light September breeze coming in. Lily had crossed the stone floor within minutes of entering the cramped office earlier, jimmying with the latch on the window, and pressing it open with her upper body, before smiling at him over her shoulder.
He was already sweating, but his body had only grown warmer at the sight. A year into their friendship and he still wasn’t used to having her smile at him like that, like someone she was glad to see.
They’d quickly gotten to work, both of them still adjusting to their new roles. Lily with far more ease than him. She had a leg up, of course, having been a prefect since fifth year. James found himself playing catch up, learning the patrol schedules, the intricacies of the points systems, and the group dynamics that he was now in charge of.
Dumbledore had made a good choice the past two years, if he’d had this kind of power earlier, he could only imagine how much more of a nightmare he would have been. He also doubted that Lily would have ever come around to not hating his guts if that were the case.
She was close enough that he could feel her warmth and breathe in the scent of her shampoo, something light and floral that he’d always found pleasing. All at once her green eyes were holding his, and it took him a full second to realise he’d been caught. He stared back down at his parchment, willing himself to think, “Maybe we should switch David and Juliet.”
“Why?”
He lifted his eyes to hers. “Rumour has it they’ve broken up.”
“Oh,” she said, delicate brows furrowing. “That’s too bad.”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Should I switch them then?”
Lily looked past him, eyes fixed on a far-off point. He followed her gaze towards the fiery sky, the sun giving its best showcase before it would sink behind the green hills.
“They were such good friends before.”
Her quiet declaration surprised him.
“Yeah?”
She nodded absently, a hard to read expression etched on her features, voice hushed when she spoke.
“Do you remember what Sirius said?”
“Well, he says a lot of things.”
She rolled her eyes. “He said that men and women couldn’t really be proper friends. He said it about Marlene and Benjy, back in June.”
“Wouldn’t be the first dumb thing he’s said.”
Lily released a delicate little snort. “No…but do you think he’s right?”
“Er—no,” he said, palms suddenly sweating. “He was just taking the piss.”
Out of him. Not that he would add that part. He wiped his palms on his leg which had begun bouncing of its own accord. Lily simply looked at her notes.
“What about if they’re attracted to each other?” she asked, apprehension in her tone, and when her eyes met his he nearly swallowed his own tongue.
“Er—”
“Or as Sirius put it, that ‘the sex part gets in the way.’”
His lips parted but no sound came out. His stomach had flipped completely upside down, then rightside up, as if he’d attempted a Wronski Feint
A smile pulled at her lips, green eyes dancing. Clearly joking, while he was acting like a demented goldfish.
Finally he cleared his throat. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“I mean a lot of things. If it’s mutual, or one-sided…” He watched her closely and something in her expression shifted. “Are you talking about someone we know, Evans?”
Pink spread across her porcelain cheeks. He’d never outgrown his love of causing her to blush. A strange surge of confidence came to him as he leaned in.
“So, purely hypothetical?” he added.
She sucked in her bottom lip, nodding.
For a moment he felt suspended. Like he could tell her anything; like the fact that he was sure that he would always fancy her, even if she never felt the same way. Pathetic really, a truth he did his best to manage. Unwilling to jeopardise her hard-won friendship.
He forced out a breath. “I think you can be friends with someone you’re attracted to.”
She tilted her head, hair ablaze in the afternoon sunlight. “You think so?”
“I have it on good authority.”
Lily blinked at him. The pink hue on her face deepened and everything in him screamed to touch her cheek, to see if it was as soft as he imagined.
His hand fisted where it rested on his leg. The desire burned through him. Being around her had always been like playing with fire; mesmerising, a primal instinct that only she brought out in him. She made the world brighter but with the potential for peril. His heart at risk.
He stared down at her, the moment suspended. His fingers unclenching, their breathing syncing. He could imagine it so easily, closing the small gap between them, and brushing his lips against hers.
A loud bang made them both startle, her body tensing before she relaxed back into her seat. The prefects began to trickle in. He was so flustered by the impulse he’d been close to giving into, that he’d nearly forgotten where they were or what they were even doing.
Lily recovered quickly, standing and greeting the arriving students. He watched her take charge of the meeting. Graceful in her movement, the last bits of sun bathing her in gold. His heart beat erratically in his chest, body too hot in the crowded room. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to thank Sirius or hex him into next week.
Then Lily turned back, a curious glint in her eyes that sparked him into motion. He took his place beside her, ignoring the gooseflesh that broke out when her arm brushed against his, pushing down how right it felt to be at her side.
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Jily Micro Fic - @jilymicrofics prompt: Fly - 504 words
The wind rushes past them, the sound thundering in Lily’s ears and whipping through her hair. She clings to James like a vice, arms wrapped around his middle and eyes screwed shut as he speeds through the air. James hoots a laugh as he dips and swerves his broom with the only apparent goal of showing off and making Lily fear for her life.
She hasn’t touched a broom since first year but James had been begging for weeks to take her out flying (months even, with the hindsight that all those flirtatious jokes and pick-up lines had been rooted in sincerity.) And she'd finally relented after all that time and now she's going to die. Killed in a freak flying accident when she inevitably slips and plummets hundreds of feet to her death because James Potter wanted to show off.
The broom tips up and she feels her stomach lurch with the sudden motion. She buries her face in James’ back, focuses on the feeling of his jumper pressed against her skin instead of the rapidly increasing distance between them and the ground.
“I need to breathe, Evans,” James calls back with a laugh as she grips impossibly tighter.
“I’m going to fall!” She yells back, voice muffled by the whooshing wind. She can’t tell if he heard her, he doesn’t say anything in response but a few moments later they level out again and come to a stop, hanging still in the air like a kite on the breeze
“Look,” James says with a breath, his voice suddenly ringing so much clearer how they’re hovering in juxtaposed silence. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
She doesn’t make a move to look at whatever he's trying to show her, just mumbles a quiet “can’t.”
“Lily? Do you trust me?”
She shakes her head into his back, refusing to even dare to steal a peek. She feels James reach back to hold her arm, a little extra sense of security. “Don’t look down,” he whispers, “just look forward.”
She swallows, takes a deep breath to steady herself, and then takes another good luck. Ever so slowly she peels an eye open.
The sunset, although hidden behind the clouds, casts the sky in a marble of oranges and pinks and purples. The Great Lake mirrors the colours, glistening and sparking where the light catches. It stretches out towards the horizon, to where the mountains rise up - a rolling background that goes on forever. It’s like a scene from a painting, so picturesque it doesn’t seem real.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” James says when she lets out an audible gasp.
“It’s…” Lily starts but can’t find the words to describe it. Beautiful doesn’t do it justice. “It’s - amazing.”
James squeezes her hand. “I’ll take you up In the winter,” he says quietly. “Just after it’s snowed, all the mountains and the forest look like they’re covered in diamonds.”
Lily hums, brings her chin up to rest on James' shoulder. “I think I’d like that.”
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